Birds fly,
Birds fly.
So up in the sky,
And when they fly they look so small.
Imagine how fun,
Would it to be fly.
Birds fly.
Birds fly,
With their feathers,
Some colourful,
Some black,
Some white
Birds fly,
Birds fly.
Raabia Tabassum
the poet makes in its fun and voluble way writes Imagine how fun, Would it to be fly. Birds fly. Birds fly, With their feathers,
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